Why Travel?

isle-of-skye-quiraing-panoramaIn 2012, I felt the need to sit down and figure out the number one thing I wanted to do in life before I died. After months of pondering my purpose, I realized that my mind kept returning to Travel.

But where? For how long? I thought back to other times I traveled somewhere I really wanted to go and I always came back more depressed about “returning to reality.” So the idea of a “vacation” was unappealing to me. I was forced to scrap my Disney Cruise to Hawaii idea.

It was then that I realized that my “reality” was personally unsatisfying and that was the thing I needed to change. That’s when the One-Way Ticket idea popped into my head. But once again, “Where?”

I read every Travel Blog I could find and every Top Ten Travel Destinations list on the internet. But one magical night (around 3am), I was in the middle of skimming European Waking Tours when the Isle of Skye appeared on my screen. My heart sank. I immediately fell in love with the place and couldn’t believe that what I was looking at wasn’t out of a fairy tale. Something was pulling me to it by a force that felt like the closest thing to “supernatural” I’ve ever experienced. All of my attention went to Skye.

Isle-of-Skye-Scotland-BeautyAfter much more research and a series of emails between me and a man who rents out cottages on the island, I knew what I was going to do. I was going to buy a one-way ticket to Scotland and backpack all over Skye for as long as I needed to.

Unfortunately, right after I had this revelation, I was fired from my job and it was all of a sudden no longer a possibility to travel. A year later, I had a better job that put me back in a place where I could save some serious travel money. This job grew into the hardest thing I’ve ever walked away from, but I’d do it again and again.

So here I am, waiting for my plane to take off one month from today. I wake up every morning more and more excited and at the same time, more and more nervous. Every single detail of my life is about to be radically changed forever and that thought would intimidate even the chillest of dudes. But it fuels me. It reminds me that no one I’ve ever met has done anything like this. And every time someone tells me how jealous they are of me “living their dream,” it motivates me to get out there and prove that it is possible to make those dreams a reality. Maybe one day instead of telling me that I’m doing what you want to do, you’ll do it yourself and laugh at the idea of jealousy.

Make that day today.

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